The Girl and Her HorseThere once was a place. A place that you know. A place full of sorrow, of fear and of woe. A place that on some days is full of good things and on special occasions almost seems like it sings. One day in this place of both glee and remorse, we can see a young girl riding along on her horse. A simple scenario you've all seen before, the main difference being something different's in store. As they plod along down the forested path, she thinks about future, about present and past. The girl reminisces of days lost gone and wasted, of days yearned for, desired, and things contemplated. As they ride down the path at a leisurely pace, the horse begin's to feel something's amiss in the place. He walks slightly faster, the girl notices not. When the feeling persists he breaks into a trot. At this change of pace the girl opens her eyes, taking in her surroundings, the trees flying by. She feels it now too and urges him faster, his hooves eat up the path as they run from disaster. Yet the bad fe
Like Tears in the Raini feel like cryingupending buckets of tears all down my facefor no apparent reasonor maybe there is oneor manyi'm happyi have a good jobi have a good familyi have a good boyfriendi have a good schooli have a good housecomputerfriendsthingsso whydo i feel this overwhelming desire to bawl my face offbut then when you come in to talk about meand inside i really do just want to break down in front of youi can'twe talk about my great jobmy great boyfriendmy great thingsabout everything except what's going on in my headand i actually feel fineuntil you leaveand then it all comes backand i don't know whythis empty feeling ofi don't know whatmaybe it's depression hahai don't get iti just want it to go away.